Let me paint a picture I want to hit you where God split you. My goal was to get ya and that superstar figure.
The way that you walk when you strut down the block could make a fiend stop smoking rocks just to make your bed rock.
My other freaks were unique but they can\'t compete. Sex with you and a sweet is like a mission complete.
No baby mama drama because you know I stay clean. I bust nuts on backs and bellies but none in between.
You knew I was all about my green before you got on my team. Kept my focus on my cream and my mind on my dreams.
Your a lady in the streets and MY freak in the sheets. When you said, \"YOU\'RE MINE!!\" In that orgasmic scream.
In your bed there\'s no relaxing because we\'re full of attraction. Artistic fuck action to ensure satisfaction.
Stamina long and strong because you make me feel like a king. And a king is nothing if he don\'t have his queen.
Hitting you from the back is more addictive than crack. He chose porn over you, I still can\'t believe that.
So when you finally got fed up I had say \"get up and go\". My pride said no hoe will be the reason I\'m broke.
I my mind being with you wasn\'t for sure. But my cash has to last for my life to endure.
I hope you know that I\'ve grown and I know I was wrong. I know this because without you even sunny days are still cold.
It really sucks because now I\'m in my zone, I got most of what I want but I\'m always alone.
You\'re Gone...